Behold the messengers of Christ,Who bear to every place,The unveiled mysteries of God,The Gospel of His grace.
The things through mists and shadows dimBy holy prophets seen,In the full light of day they sawWith not a cloud between.
What Christ, true Man, divinely wrought,What God in manhood bore,They wrote, as God inspired, in wordsThat live forevermore.
Although in space and time apart,One Spirit ruled them all;And in their sacred pages stillWe hear that Spirit’s call.
To God, the blessèd Three in One,Be glory, praise, and might,Who called us from the shades of deathTo His own glorious light.
From Thee all skill and science flow,All pity, care and love,All calm and courage, faith and hope;O pour them from above.
And part them, Lord, to each and all,As each and all shall need,To rise, like incense, each to Thee,In noble thought and deed.
And hasten, Lord, that perfect dayWhen pain and death shall cease;And Thy just rule shall fill the earthWith health, and light, and peace.
When ever blue the sky shall gleam,And ever green the sod;And man’s rude work deface no moreThe paradise of God.
Accept this building, gracious Lord,No temple though it be;We raised it for our suffering kin,And so, good Lord, for Thee.
Accept our little gift, and give,To all who may here dwell,The will and power to do their work,Or bear their sorrows well.